Packing Tetris Shenanigans

[Short Intro] **Verse 1:** Welcome to the packer’s zone, where chaos is prime, Stuffing clothes in bags that fight you all the time, It’s a game show without a prize, just bags with a grudge, Acting like they’re auditioning for a horror movie judge. **Pre-Chorus:** Every bag’s a diva, throwing fits on the spot, You’re wrestling with fabric, and it’s getting hot, Targets from some joker who thinks this is a hoot, While you’re out here sweating, like you’re chasing a loot. **Chorus:** We’re packers, mate, in a packing Tetris spree, Fighting with bags that act like they’re on TV, Struggling with targets set by a clueless clown, While dreaming of a world where bags don’t act like they’re frowning. No worries, mate, that’s our daily show, Stuffing these bags like a circus freak show, Our job’s a sitcom, outrageous and bold, But we’re laughing our heads off, in the packing gold. **Verse 2:** You think you’ve won? Here’s a new twist, A bag that’s now possessed, a real packing misfit, Wrestling with clothes like you’re in a wrestling bout, All while fantasizing about a bag that won’t pout. **Pre-Chorus:** We’ve got targets on the wall, set by a fool with flair, Packing’s a hobby to them, but it’s a nightmare over here, Every shift’s a comedy, a slapstick parade, Trying to pack these bags, while we’re losing our grade. **Chorus:** We’re packers, mate, in a packing Tetris spree, Fighting with bags that act like they’re on TV, Struggling with targets set by a clueless clown, While dreaming of a world where bags don’t act like they’re frowning. No worries, mate, that’s our daily show, Stuffing these bags like a circus freak show, Our job’s a sitcom, outrageous and bold, But we’re laughing our heads off, in the packing gold. **Bridge:** Every bag’s a beast with an attitude grand, Defying all logic like it’s their command, But we keep on stuffing, with a grin and a joke, Cause down here, mate, we’re the ones who provoke. **Chorus:** We’re packers, mate, in a packing Tetris spree, Fighting with bags that act like they’re on TV, Struggling with targets set by a clueless clown, While dreaming of a world where bags don’t act like they’re frowning. No worries, mate, that’s our daily show, Stuffing these bags like a circus freak show, Our job’s a sitcom, outrageous and bold, But we’re laughing our heads off, in the packing gold. **Outro:** So if you’re thinking packing’s a walk in the park, Just remember our plight, and the bags that leave a mark, We’re packers, mate, with humor to spare, Packing Tetris Shenanigans, we’re the ones who dare!